Navigating the Memory Maze: A TN Journey
About a month ago, I found myself in some awkward situations. Ma’am, what’s your phone number, “205…..9…. no, 8”. I screamed internally, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME”. Then, it was another situation where words couldn’t be formed with the correct answer. My friend Terri gently asked me if I was okay and that she had noticed that I had been more forgetful than usual. We all have those times where we walk into a room to fetch something, only to forget what we went there for. I’m not talking about those times. It was way worse. What is wrong with me????